Draco was too busy trying to cover for his pain to think too deeply about things, but the delicate touch of Hermione’s — Granger’s — magic against his own made him fight not to shiver. She seemed to pinch off bits and pieces of the malaise clinging to him with such gentle surety that it felt like she must have done this a thousand times. He was sure she hadn’t. Magic this advanced rarely even showed up anywhere, never mind her having to deal with it.
But he, too, was pushing his magic up to meet her, a sort of internal undulation that he was barely congizant of. Her words snapped him back away from that and he nodded ; the wound on his chest bled as if in reply. His hold upon his magic loosened slowly to allow her to pick up the slack… but the tightness did not fade. If anything, it racheted higher, the curse tugging and tugging furiously as if intending to wrench his magic clean off of him.
Draco screamed out in shock and pain, scrambling to get control back but only ended up latching onto Hermione’s magic instead. He didn’t even have the ability to speak, gasping raggedly, but his words echoed out of him and into her mind directly.
“Help! It’s taking my magic away! I can’t hold it back!“
Hermione gasped when Draco’s magic clung to hers all of a sudden. It had gone well, she had already felt that they were about to be finished with the procedure, but looked like the curse was not ready to give up this easily. His chest bleeding was a visible indication of that.
Healers were trained to remain calm in emergencies, and though Hermione had never experienced something like this before, she took a deep breath and in her head recited the words of their teachers and instructors like a mantra. “I got you, Draco. I got you.”
She poured all the confidence into their procedure into her magic, hoping he could feel it through his panic. “I won’t let it take anything away. I have a firm grasp on it. And on you.” As if to demonstrate, she reached out with her free hand placed it on his arm.
It became physically straining to fight the curse back and keep a hold on Draco’s magic on her own though. She tried to show him where his magic was, like a golden thread amidst the darkness, not unlike his hair. She spoke to him through their minds now, her eyes closed as her face was strained under the pressure. It’s here, look? Your magic, it’s right here. Take it back, we can do it together. The curse is almost dislodged from you, almost!